Bevelled.

Modest Mouse - Gravity Rides Everything. Lyrics here: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/modest+mouse/gravity+rides+everything_20094818.html

"Bevelled."

While we are on subject,

Shall we talk about it now?

We hit the floor...

Ding.

We step off, into habit.

I guess, we know everything...

We have hit the edge.

Let's talk.

We've done everything...

We have everything.

But let's do it...

Again.

Explain it all...

Every piece...

Every event.

To me...
Say,

Me too.

No question, why.

No unnatural.

We feel, real.

And even though we wonder...

In each other's eyes...

There is no why.

Only, luck.

Reason being...

Because of our,

Passionate, attraction.
Oh, so...

What is that writing?././././././.

On your everything...

Every level...

Every step,

Every leap,

Every climb,

Every mountain.

Oh what is that?

That writing,

On my everything...

Every touch...

Every hug,

Every kiss,

Every moment,

Every clasp.

Oh, mmm...

My writing,

On my everything.

Every tickle,

Every pinch,

Every scratch,

Every name,

Every game.

Oh, mmm...

My everything,

Oh my everything...

Every level...

Every clasp,

Every game,

Every play,

Every everything.

Subject, we are here.

Shall we start walking now?

We drink our water.

Taste...

Those lips are good.

I seem to know, we know everything.

We turn the corner,

And we blast murmur, away...

Leave no speck of black banter.

We leave no spec of wisp,

Left to grasp.

I unclasp you.

We do it again,

And again.

Tell me again...

In whisper,

Tell me,

Me too.

Tell me close,

But first,

Close that door.

Make me remember,

Where we are,

When we are close...

Make me level,

Make me revel,

Make me dishevel,

Make me simply, bevelled.

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"The Q-tip." --- (My happiness.)

Please watch INTRO to video before you read. Start reading when he starts playing (1:41)...and read it again and again. John Butler (Trio) - Ocean. Every performance is different. Enjoy. :)  

*/Cough* Tessa */Cough*.
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"The Q-tip." ---

Cotton is your wear,

Short, skiny, dresses.

And as the name doesn't show...
Any sign of use,

Oh how I, love to coo.

Please me, defuse.

As your brush, tickles my ear...

And makes me smile,

I can't be, not happy.

Heavenly-meant-white color,

Oh how do we love to play ---

Dance, and fight.

I love your use,

My joy'ess heart,

You see, my day went,

A little something like this...

I mumbled...

I start...

In this day, dream of company,

I awake...

I unwind.

Your twine,

Oh how you borrow into me...

I'm tired, in this glee.

My eyes finally close,

As I fickle my nose,

Around your touch,

Of your own.

And we kiss.

As I catch your avalanche,

Of warm snow.

I hear your soul.

And I know...

I know.

I can't breathe...

In your embrace.

Although I use you,

As a tool.

You use me too...

And I'm glad that you do.

You are beautiful.

...as simple as you may be.

But you count,

In my book...

Believe me.

Defined...

As we be.

We do what we do...

...We be,

We.

Caught...

In a real,

Simple...

Dream like,

Inter-mingle-

Ing.

Our cute word,

Of being the,
Straw...

In this field,

Of baled...
Hay.

Trust me...

We may.

You take the hit...

From mine to you,

A blow.

I grind you,

Into a seat...

With my meat.

You twist and turn...

Dancing and dirtying...

I poison you,

In my blood.

As you tear,

Into my heart.

Q-tip.

I love your lips...

My mind sucks,

Into your lips...

Of your peak.

And there you crest,

As my princess.

I am...

Surely,

Happy.

I cannot even begin,

To express.

Because my...

My...

My everything,

My messy ---

Goodness.

I confess...

I almost...

Feast,

On your hungry liking...

And oh,
How are you mighty.

Withstanding...

My press.

Of our differences.

But somehow...

We mesh.

You are my habit,

That I possess ...

In my hand.

As cuddle,

In your dress.

With my stress.

You need your feet,

To meet,

Pink.

And as I caress,

Your fess.

And as you run,

As you jump into my head...

My arms,

Surround...
Surround my head.

Drawing pictures...

Over your bed,

Laying in ourselves,

With each other...

As we,

Smother.

We deem,

Destiny...

Through our blissfulness.

And we smile.

Eyes locked in my cage of wonders...

Underneath,

The sky ---

Star, starry-eyed...eyes.

We connect.

Done and done,

We shovel,

Our confessions,

With my hand ---

Grasp, around your touch...

Of your dress.

Your iceberg...

Of titanic proportions,

With the witness...

Of actual,

Said,
Success.

Brilliant,

As though our stars...

Are.

We are we,

Us two...

Her ---

And me, simple...as we be.

My day was...

Worthy of forgetting,

As I stand there,

With you in hand...

With demand,

We brand.

Scars written once before,

We soar into the white skies above,

With wings of glee.

My never told dream...

Of what is my reality...

My sanctuary.

Oh how I coo...

As you cleanse,

My goo.

I take out,

And stare...

Into your brown...

Gorgeous eyes.

And then I know...

Everything will be okay,

Even though I toss you away ---

And I let you, come back for more,

Because we have, and we are...

A bond, a secret...

One I will never dare regret,

Having commit.

Your lips, are my summit...

Where I want to stand.

For one last,

Infinite ---

Kiss.

One I will never dare,

Forget...

I touch you ---

I thimble you,

I turn you,

I toss you,
I throw you,

I thistle...

In yours and mine;

Forever, we...

Entwine.
Oh baby girl...
Oh how will you forever,
Remain,
In my mind ---

Why?

Why is math....

So...intriguing(to some)?

Because it is one of the most simplest ways...to explain some of the most complex things.

1+1= 2.

RIGHT?

So WHY????????

Why is that SO simple to understand?....

When the emotion of,

.....Love.....

Is not?

A person...who falls in love, with another single person....

Out of the BILLIONS of people that roam our world...(1+1).........

Why is that SO hard to explain?

Why is it so Hard to put into words.

Why is it soooooo....

So intricate. So diverse. So deep. So questionable. And OH, Sooo hard to explain...

Yet so Right....

Why?

WHY???

Because just like 1+1= 2...

You simply take one...(1)

And add another...(+1)

And it equals love...(= 2.)

Right?

Why is it so different,

From it's mathematical equation?

Why So complex?

Why so.....heavy?

And different...

Why does it matter so?

When. It. Just. Makes. Sense. ?

The world may never know...........

But regardless,

If I,

EVER know why.........................

It makes sense to me.

And I am SOOO glad that it does.

Because I'd be lost without it,

Just like I would...

Without you.

Just like I would...

If...

1+1....

Didn't equal...

2.

I love to love...

I love, for it all to make sense...

Whether or not I can mathematically explain it....

Whether or not...

I can Make it,

Make Sense...........

1+1,

Will FOREVER...

= 2.

Fact.

Just as,

I will Forever Love you...

And you will Forever,

Love me...

2...

:)

Abyssal Ocean.

Lyrics for, Modest Mouse - The World at Large, here : http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/The-World-at-Large-lyrics-Modest-Mouse/5B63710814EA8C7748256E6B002C31DE

"Abyssal Ocean"

Why can't we float through the same air, that we all swim in.

Why must our breath, whip the ocean, into hurricanes.

Walls of water...Drown our voice.

Whipping winds from the spray of water droplets...

Split our breath in half, lungs losing their vessel.

Lying in our watery-grave, where our lips lie anyway,

Pressure grows, as mine are smushed, against yours.

My tongue taste the remains of a message...

Now trapped in a bottle,

Plummeting down our throats...

Our coat of dote, is rotting as we speak.

Dreams of waves settle,

As does my eyes on our fettle.

The infinite abyssal.

We strive, in our own world...

Sailing the ocean, full of leagues.

We flourish...in this fatigue.

Rhythmic waves leave debris, from the open sea...

Leaving me at eye level...but I can't see.

My thoughts lost, feeding the whirlpool.

Dabbing the watermill, in its yearning fuel,

We quench our thirst, on our own drool.

Anchors walk the plank, and are told not to splash.

But oh how we love to collide, and dash.

Unsatisfied with the quiet wind, and songs that sirens send...

We spew into the hurricane's eye.

It wails, like the crashing tide.

So we catch water in pails,

And fill our sails,

As we both fight back against the gale.

Mysteries of the ocean dispense,

One drop at a time...

Filling our hearts, with desire,

To wade forward...through this mire.

With our hands intertwined, lingering around the helm,

We set this floating pyre, on fire.

We finally drift from the wheel...

Jump ship, our hands are leal.

We cannonball, into our gin.

Letting the current take us in...

But we still dare, to swim.

As the current slows, as we hit the end...

We defend our last, it is what we portend...

For in our dreams, we pretend.

Our breath, we forgo.

Simply drowning, we finally let go...

But eventually awake, ignorant,

In the same flow.

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Leave thoughts as always. :)

A Story of...Fickle, and Ish. - Their First Date -

Love it, love it, love it...I hope you guys enjoy. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS ON FACEBOOK. :D
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--- Fickle is one of those...a thousand, lacking elements in space ---

If you will...

Cute girl no doubt,

But I don't know,

You know?

Yeah...

I'm sure you do.

But the thing is,

/sigh.

The thing is...

I am so nervous.

It's the first date.

How bad could it go?

You know?

I'm sure she is interested...

I'm pretty freaking interested too, I agreed to myself.

Pah...pah...pah...paH.

So many things...

I rattle my Cage.

My name for my Shell...

Duh! - I quacked.

As thunder...

Rolled over the car.

Damn this Rabbit.

So freaking slow...

I wanted a Cheetah.

Car that could do 0-60 in 4.7...

But no.

Dad wouldn't have it.

Too expensive...

PaH.

Where this hell is this place anyway?

Ahh.

Willow 's Hallow...

Typical rabbit,

Fancy spancy...

And all that jazz.

All, "here say", I say.

OH COM'ON!

Her freaking parents...

...outside with her, waiting on me.

Ugh...I snorted.

This should never happen again...

Of course they'll be fishin' for information...

And darn it all to Heck,

They had to be a fox and a mongoose,

It just had to be.

They are good at fishin' too.

/sigh

Now to outwit them,

By not saying more than I have to, I thought.

Well, here goes a lot....

Hey Ish!!!

Hey Fickle...and parents.

They just wanted to say, hi!

Hello Ish, hissed Fox.

It's so glad to finally meet you, cooed Mrs. Mongoose.

*Oh fickle...you don't even know.*

It's a pleasure...really..

Well shouldn't we be going?

Yes let's!

*She might be good for something after all...*

Now, you two be solicitously mindful of the events that could occur tonight...

And yes please dears, be home by 11. Not a minute late.

No. Not a minute late. Or there will become of some importance in rank, pulls. Have fun children.

Oh you two look so cute together...now skedaddle. Get. Have some fun kids. You deserve it.

Ditto.

What?

*That's not a very "cunning as a fox" remark. Pretty standard there.

Oh nothing...We will. Thanks.

11 p.m...sharp.

Yerps.

Bye mom, I mean Mon! -

Yes, let's go inside dear...

Fine.

               - Mon and Fox, exit scene.

So um...shall we?

Lets.

It's "let's".

No it is, "Let's." Stop being so critical. Let's, go my dear. We have a Ball to go to.

Uhh, what? 

Oh stop being so tortoisey. 

I am a Turtle. Let's go.

Okay! Oh we are going to have SOO much fun tonight aren't we?

I hope so. /weak smile.

Yes we will. /bold smile.

*At least she is chipper...I thought......you could only be chipper in the morning. Um, "nvm, lol."*

So this ride isn't that bad is it?

Oh look! We are almost here.

Looky there. We are.

Find a place to park Ish! I'm excite!

*"Excite"...with such a simple change...can change the meaning of the word. Adding more, "passion", if you will. Hence, it actually feeling, more satisfied ...feeling, happier, after noticing the new little egg, of change.*

Oh here we are.

Cooked Carrots, Lettuce Gullet! Yay!

*What the freaking is this girlie UP too?*

Awesome.

Uooof!

"God" bless you.

Why do you do that?

Cause'. I can.

Oh that is neat!

Thanks.

It's cold! Can you hold my hand?

Uhh...

Like this silly.

Oh.

Much warmer.

I agree.

What were we going to see again?

The Typo-Tanic.

Isn't that a chick flick?

I don't know. I thought it was, a Kong Fu movie.

I guess we will just have to see. /smile, brief...tight hug.

...Oh you are so warm, here under your shell.

*Uh* Thanks.

Mmmm.

*Wtf, does that mean?*

You got a toak man? - Black swan.

Man...back off homie.

I'ight. All chill. Chillin' Chillin' man, just chillin' chillin.

Cool. Com'on, babe.

OoooO, it is so pretty in here! Can I get a snack? PweaSEE?

You can have...one. Only one.

OH!, Thank you thank yoU, THank yOU!

"Chill, chill."

Oh you are so silly, Ish.../Huge ass smile.

*Speaking of asses...* *Damn, man...Fine-ass bitch.*

/Smirk.

Ish, wipe that off and listen. I want a candy...

No...

A drink...

No...

Uh.

What did I want? Oh see, me so funny.

Right.

Um.

You wanted sweet right?

Yes!

Sweet Carrot Nuggets, boom. Bam. done.

OH my favy! You notice the little things don't you Ish?

I try.

You succeed.  But not back in school yesterday! Hahahaha, remember?

I got you yesterday, right in the face! Hahahahaha! I beat you at rolly, dodgy, polly.

You sure did. *I let her. Com'on guys...give me a little credit?*

But it's okay though! You are much stronger than I am.

*Much stronger.* That I am, aren't int?

Huh?

Oh nothing, just pun and banter. Silly games...

...oh I love silly games.

Your favy, I'd assume?

Definitely!

/toy-turtle smile...aka: Pure cuteness.

Oh you.../Looksy eyes + plus her rabbit cuteness...

*It simply...breaks your heart man. Honestly. So freaking Cute!* Let's gets your stuff, and gets to going.

Yeeps!

What?

I was agreeing silly. But, OH Look! I have a spot on my dress! Where did that come from?!

Oh dear. *Wipes his left hand off the back of his jeans, behind her back. Liquid, greased...to his fingers.*

Does it ruin the Whole thing?!

Calm...the...f...down. Excuse my language.

Oh you are so smart!

How so?

Just because...it does. I.../shrugs and /nods.

Next is the ticket booth.

OoooH! I never seen a man like that!

Hmmm?!? It's the ticket...tear...er...upper.

He is neat.

Sure.

/uneventful events...

                - Enter with Fickle and Ish into a crowded theater. The newest movies coming out, are reeling across the screen. They finally found seats...in the middle, in the middle. Somehow, almost perfect seats... -

Awesome seats!

Fer sure.

Tee!

*Crazy Rabbit...tics are for leverets.* Bless you.

'fank you. /rubs her nose on a napkin out of her, slighly over-large...purse.

And thank you for the snacks! They are soo yummy!

Keep it down babe, we don't want it to be as loud as these, others people here.

/whispers with a sharp ending...I agree!

Hey...+ /whisper.

She whispers, hey...

What?

Huh?

The movie is starting...

Oh, okay! I forgot!

                - All in /whisper of course. -

Here we go.

                - The movie, turned out not to be about a boat...or Tai Chi. It was about two stupid love boats...named, Tyger and Lana. A Tiger and Lion couple...playing off a stupid play from that one guy...Weepy, Shiv-knife...or whatever.  -

The Typo-Tanic...instant classic.

What do you mean by that?

You wouldn't understand.

I should think so.

You should...but you don't. Oh wells, no worries.

really?

Trust me babe.

Awesome.

Now back to your house...right?

I think so...

Alrighty...here we go.

Not so fast...silly. I want to enjoy...the...scenery.

Have it your way.

Your truck is kinda slow...you know?

Thanks...for noticing.

Oh! It's really okay...

Honest babe. It helps slow the scenery. /sweet, sweet smile.

Thank you. /honest smile.

Darnit! We are here already!

Wow...that was quick.

Are you going to get the door for me like a gentle man?

Well aren't we, thy, Protensive One?

Maaaaybe! /quick wink to be cute.

*More like, "/quick wink for me to know that she is actually...paying attention for once, playing along...and actually  trying to be /cute...kidding along with me, for once." Sometimes it's /cute. Other times like now, more like /she actually thinks that she is the Almighty...* Maybe? Why do you say "maybe."

Grab the Freaking Nugget., written by who...Ish...what is this book?!

Oh...

*Snap.*

Uhh, babe...it's a workout book babe. That's all. Put that back...here I come, to open you up --- I mean! : ...uh...I mean...to open the door for you.

Hurry! It's starting to rain....

Ya ya ya ya...com'on.

You aren't very nice sometimes.

Hey... *This is the time where I go back in my head...and Mess all of this up. I think too much...I'm nervous all of a sudden again...it's the first date! I hope I didn't mess it up too bad.* Look babe...I really am sorry. I don't mean any of it. You are as cute as a cracker... and... well, I likes you. /cough lots /cough.

I know you do. /smiley. I likes you too silly. I wouldn't be here if I didn't like you.

Really? Oh that...wow. That answers a lot of questions.

Hurry! It's raining!

Right...

Com'on now.

Quick! Under the porch Ish!

*No...under the freaking table...Duh. Jesus girlie...I know where we have to go. I'm not stupid...just silly apparently. I guess I can live with that.* Alrighty, here we go. Quick Rabbit, quick...

I'm beating you...

What are you talking about?! I'm freaking carrying you...don't even.

I was being cute...and why are you carrying me?

You succeed...and, well hell. I don't know. Just sounded like a good idea at the time.

I agree it remains so. :) /Quick peck on the cheek.

/Ish couldn't hide that smile...

Here we are girly...home sweet home. It is 10:53...pretty good timing, if I say so myself. /joyful smirk

It's pretty good babe! Now...you can let me down...

Oh right.../lays her softer than a feather.

You are pretty smooth for a turtle...

...it's the wax.

It smells delicious...

*I know what smelled good for dinner,...carrots.* Thanks. + /slight chuckle.

You are cute.

You know that?

Hugs?

Only your best...

                -/can't describe in words...the amazing /hugs. -

****** Only as my eyes, danced across her beautiful face...my heart...

My heart only saw her eyes...

They captured me. I was... stupefied.

My train of thought made station, somewhere in between...her breath-taking smile...and her lushes lips;

right as I was arriving...in the train depot, somewhere in between and all the same...I was going in...

My eyes closed, taking a picture...that I will take to my grave. Pure...beauty. My hand went up, to catch her chin...from getting away...this was all play. She was completely, and utterly...into it. I answered, her pressing question of hers. Will he kiss me? I want him too... And he did so well. Chin secured...my right hand went for the low of her hip...bringing in her tight. Our warm bodies touching...much like a fuzzy jacket in the winter...it just feels right. Her left toes turn in, toward me. Giving me her front. In close...our heads pivot slowly, to the motion of our favorite slow songs...our noses skip other each other, like a ballet...last minute...licked, lips...caress their partners, in a blissful...somewhat, naughty wet...but ultimately tender...and classy sway. The perfect...first kiss.

My eyes zoom across my black vision, scanning the surface...of my blanketing, closed eye-lids. I search in a needle in a haystack style...for the girl...inside the girl. The true, girl...that I one day...might...

My held in air, are now gone of all of their bubbles....I needed to exhaust. We duet in breathe, against each other's cheek, it makes a tickle, and I have to smile...for goodness-sakes...I had to smile. It was perfect...she was so...perfect, in her own way. Maybe I'm the guy for her, that can actually see her, for all of the glorious reasons she is...

You know...they call me the Turtle-Tank at school. But at heart, I'm really just a big, Teddy Bear. Maybe missing a button-eye...but I am still cute...darn it all to heck. I like this girl, I do.

And as our lips, run their rubbed obstacles, against each others...the wet mops up the mess, in pure lip juice. No taste...but it taste so good. I would know, for I might have stolen a tongue-mission...

But I don't think that really bothered her though...she actually just grabbed me even harder...maybe stealing a butt-glance. Her arm sways up my back, nails first... I almost shivered. And I think we both caught each other...both, innocently stealing a groin-touchin'...that was one cherry-popping flavored sucker there...I'll tell you what...

It's not that time...
...so cliché 'ishly...
...stood still...

It was that...

It just...

It just didn't exist.

And somewhere between falling asleep, and actually waking up...

I realized, that our lips had broken apart. My dream...popped.

No...not this story of the date...

Only my dream that I just had now.

Anyway...

I awoke. ******

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.........mmmmmmmmmm............. 
That was...
Tasty.
.....
Well...it's 10:58...
I...
...you better get going.

See you tomorrow at school?!
Oh, yeah.
Definitely babe...
Definitely.

Yay!...Yay!....Awesome! Okay!, well...

Good night girlie...

Good Night Ish! I had an...ammazing! time. Really!

Meee too, carrot cheeks. /tickle in his head...

Watch it turtle...

Psh...bouncy-pants...

I'm going to bed....

I'm tired.

You don't have to drive home...
But me too baby...me too. It was awesome though.

One more hug?

Only your Best...
*I got a chubby...*

You give good hugs...just saying.

Dittos.

                - /And we were both...in good smiles. -

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LEAVE COMMENTS!, OF ANY SORT...please.

The Pot.

Wild Beast - The Devil's Crayon.
http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858725580/ --- For lyrics for the above song.


I so wanted to put the video as, a 4:20 min of Bad Touch - Bloodhound gang. So funny, but I have more class than that. : )} I either have a bow-tie, or a beard. Either way...it's totally cool.


The Pot

Who are you to consume me so?

You must be have been brainsick.

Hungry eyes, linger for my soul.

Lighting its coals, while burying my holes.



Casting shadows, with the light...bright.

The lack of darkness, limited by your sight.

Alone in the dark,

Is where you do most of your emitting...



You must have been stared down, by my futile eyes.

Surrounded, by those fertile allies...

Those hand-held sticks, lighted in the night.

Gloomy in taste... waving your palate.



Feeling so high, so mighty...

Like an angel, a Metatron.

Yielding readily,

To take in my moon.



Swallow my humble condition,

And sprinkle it with powder...

Of tender benevolent,

With a touch of voided pattern.


Designed to flow, down this tube,

I inhale, to consume.

My breath, palpitates across my spoon,

I can only hope, that I see my reflection soon...



The way the lights fall,

On this expression of inarticulate sounds,

My balloons rise,

Satisfied.



Take away my brayin,

And I am in a stew.

I gaze at the image, of my goo...

And I coo.



With this expression, of influential spooks...

That make you say,

Your brain is in a daze, bound by godless, smoke.

Hovering out of reach of vision, past my defenseless void...



Who are you to loom, weaning my flow?

You must be have been crazed.

Devouring eyes saunter for my bowl.

Smothering its balls, dancing from my tank.



The coarse ash falls,

Causing a pressing gurgle, of choking boundaries,

My stars advance,

Into the haze.



Ghost possess you to loam, discouraging the apparatus.

The darkness, makes me crackle.

I was out of my mind.



Yielding to the night side.

Trappings, in the soot.

Yielding to the night side.



Swallowing "oo"'s, trying to crawl out of you, fighting fright..

Covering its mouth, eyes dancing at my flank.



Who are you to doubt my remains, demeaning my dreaming?

You must have missed the phrase.

Hiding behind lies... come clean.



You must have been scared , into the ground.

By my otiose eyes, clouded by those of those, stifling eyes...

Those rooted pipes, pointed at...slighted tides.

With melancholy savor... crushing your host.

I am alive in a dream, you boast.



Lazed eyes, mingle...awaiting my soul.

Amazed eyes, twiddle with my spec, of light.

Mary please,

You must have been so, toaked.


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Tool - The Pot

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been high
You must have been high
You must have been

Foot in mouth and head up ass-hole
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy

You must have been so high
You must have been so high

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle

You must have been high high
You must have been high high

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it
Eye balls deep in muddy waters
Fuckin' hypocrite

Liar, lawyer; mirror show me, what's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must've been...

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind

Weepin' shades of indigo
Trapped without a reason
Weepin' shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer; mirror for ya', what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle

You must've been
High
High
High
High

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your balls deep in muddy waters
Ganja Please
You must have been out your mind
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Okay, so mine is a little different. But I think is brilliant in its own way. What do you think?

Now I know...some people don't get Tool's video, about the farmer and the "hooker"...blah. First off, it isn't "Tool's" video, nor is it mine...but a fan made it. It is still, a very good video. The whole thing is...how to explain this...

The video is very deep, despite what you may think...

It is mainly, just about consumption. Life is a distraction...to the worlds going on out there. Life is about distractions...things you focus on, and put in your all. The farmer...put in his all to make his crops, grow. Even pain. So he pains and he pains...making it rain...so his crops can grow. His..."pot", if you will. He does what he knows to work well...he does good, for the greater good. Or so he thinks...

He is feeding a monster. In this case...a simple snail. Snail is slow and steady...But if you quicken, or in this case...just make bigger, snails...you find that they become very fast, and relentless...in their slimy course. It becomes somewhat of a nightmare...always failing...always doom. The hooker, you can take her for many sorts... she is a girl first off, quite different from her counterpart as in the beginning, the farmer. City chick. Here and there. Not always in the same place. And that is where she gets the whole, whore look. But she means more than that...she is a girl. The same that the farmer, was trying to seed. But all he did, was sill her doom, as to bring a big snail and eat her. Consumption. Self-fulfilling prophecies we fight against.
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What did you think...lots of thoughts to be had!

Bereft

Wild Beast - Hooting and Howling --- I suggest reading the poem first...not these lyrics first, that are the following words...

Carry me hooting and howling
To the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for our girls
Will be left thumb sucking in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers

A crude art, a bovver boot ballet
equally elegant and ugly.
I was as thrilled as I was appalled
courting him in fisticuffing waltz
Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a brayin
And I’m not saying the girls are worth the fines I’m payin
We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots
We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots
We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot
We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot

Hooting, hooting and howling
Hooting, hooting and howling

Carry me hooting and howling
To the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for our girls
Will be left thumb s..king in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers
Hooting and Howling...
--- End Of Lyrics ---

Listen to the video as well... at the very top, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwHoh2vNdiA...
by simply hitting the play button, at the top of this post. :)

Action-Hero.
My dad speaks truth...

There is no reason why.

He is, action.

My action-hero.

Fist before think.

Only because...

'cause...

He feels alright.

Teaching me these things...

Of the cloak and the cowl.

He ages...

He lives.

Experiencing and being.

Truth, and behold...

It was fate,

In his living.

Crazed eyes,

Linger in the wood.

Taunting,

Flaunting.

My only post,

In my dreams /./ ./ ./ ./ ./ ./ ./ ./.

                           .\                  .l

                                .\             .l

                                     .\        .l

Of endless \.\.\.\.\.\.\.

Train tracks.

My modern family,

Not necessarily the healthier, blood-suckers...

Must surround my tracks,

In my growing field...of my life.

He told me to feed,

Through his, healthy friendship...

I feast on my fruits of life...

He who is my everything...

Awesome dad.

But this is where we differ,

As I grew up...

My healthy tracks,

Lack...

The original,

Corn of the crop.

I grow without this ingredient...

For I,

Truly never grew...

Around his fields.

Miss-felt, as that is...

I grow.

I learn,

To respect the man.

With the toy face.

The funny man...

Make life a joke.

Cause'...

...I don't know.

It just is, son.

And I become...

The subject's...

...just is.

I am everything to this man,

In front of me...

My action-hero.

I am the funny guy...

While however old...

Here lies...

New, truth. :

There is a reason to live...

There is a reason to be...

Me.

And now I see...

From his eyes...

His history.

I am the healthy blood exception,

For on logic terms...

And meaning for this, estate...

That I, am not like the others.

I am different.

I matter,

He matters...

This man here.

Standing without fear...

Being the only blood,

Left on this earth...

To be the one seeing.

Watching old movies,

Of history's past...

That I shall never,

pre-last.

To seeing the new,

In my up-bringing...

I see for my new eyes...

All of the lies,

Of the world.

I see...

The truth,

the never,

Up-rooted,

Pattern.

As I grasp control...

I use the controller.

And change the channel...

"Duh."

As I lost interest.

Dinner is ready...

Time to feast,

On the meat.

And now it is served cold...

He told,

me...

...it's ready.

Bold truth.

Good truth.

Necessary...truth.

He tells the dog to drink...

Caus'...

It's good for him,

he told me.

I saw...

it was good.

I saw a side of the mirror...

Growing up,

right...

Even though I am still,

Air-tight.

No enemies...

Just a good,

guy.

His son.

My father,

My action-hero...

Defined as he was...

blasting the air-planes down...

as they rain,

Upon my fields.

That He will end one day...

And this is the one truth...

that I must swallow.

The corn-pill...

That I had never laid...

On his grave.

But one day,

I will...

But he will always be,
My bereft...

My action-hero.

- Taylor Travis,
I love you dad.